Murder on Inis mor...and more!!

It all started out as a great holiday. To the west. The far west. Can't get much wester in Ireland than the Aran Islands. Trepid travellers: Tonto, Jean Bean, Brian Brain and Phil Gill (its his real name people). After a hard night on the "town" we rented some trusty steeds and set off on an adventure. It all started so well.

But then...hangovers set in and tempers over who used all the hot water fraid and people got tired cos people cycling is tiring. So on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, the fantastic four stopped and paused and didn't speak for a few minutes. Tonto's spidey sense was tingling and had to run off.

Brian, unbeknownest to Jean, had recently taken a million euro insurance policy on the afore mentioned Jean and in the absence of Phil (who needed the little boys room) and as Jean was looking over the impressive and very high up cliffs....sneaky sneaky....

He took his chance...and KICKED JEAN OVER!!! With his bare foot!!

And ran off...content with himself for committing the seemingly perfect crime. Jean however was the master...sorry mistress of swing and managed, unbeknownest to Brian, catch onto a random twig and propel herself back up onto the cliff with a landing that would make a Romanina gymnast jealous....and not even breaking a sweat.

And as Brian ran off clicking his heels, she squished him. Squished him like a bug.

And where was Tonto as all this was going on!? She was keeping the whole islands from falling into the sea. Somebody had to do it.